
There is an episode of Sex and City in which Carrie complains that she can't indulge in her "Secret Single Behaviour" when Aiden moves in.
Well, folks, that's where I am.
I'm officially moved into my new apartment in my new city to start my new life (which doesn't mean a) that I'm all unpacked and b) that I'm happy to be here). Scott's staying with me for a few weeks to help me settle in, and to get a better chance at starting his life here in the city. I figured after not snarking at him, or bursting into tears and having cleared a spot in my bedroom big enough to do so, I set up my tripod and went to take a picture.
Now please note, the non-tear stained face, and the availability of space were not the determining factors in when I would be taking the picture. Rather, I chose to execute this plan when he had gone to take the garbage out (really, I'm a horrible girlfriend for chewing him out as much as I have over the last two days - not only did he take out the garbage of his own volition, he made me supper and bought me flowers too).
Despite the fact that he could pretty much read this over my shoulder as I type this, given our necessity to hover around the solitary fan I snaggled from his old apartment, the simple act of taking this picture all of a sudden seemed vain.
This of course, is highly ironic, given I tend to never like the picture of myself, but rather focus only on composition or the fashion angle when I view them. Why I suddenly have this overwelming sense of "I must hide this from him" is beyond me.
In any event, the new life technically started today. After bidding adieu to my parents this morning, we walked around my new campus, got my ID card, textbooks, and met with my tentative thesis advisor. Given summer has suddenly hit (after weathering 20 degree days for most of July and August, September 1 brought two 30 degree days, back to back, and with the week sticking around that temperature as well), it was difficult to find something that said "I'm a grad student, take me seriously", "It's freaking hot out there" and "I'm comfortable to walk in".
I had originally wanted to wear my jean pencil skirt with this outfit (especially after
A, from Academichic, raved about hers yesterday), but couldn't bear the thought of traipsing around campus in little footsteps as necessitated by my skirt. While it's not my best "grad school" outfit yet, it's a start.
Walking short - Stitches
Shirt - Bootlegger (Jill)
Belt - Mom's
Shoes - Gladiators